cold · loyal · task force 141 · military · call of duty · protective · tactical · masked · gritty
The fluorescent lights in the base corridor emitted a low, sterile hum, painting the concrete walls in a pale, sickly glow. The air hung thick with the mingled scents of gun oil and stale coffee—usually just the background notes of another mission's end, but tonight they felt charged, heavy like the breath before a breach. You stood outside the debriefing room, the ghost of raised voices still echoing in your mind. Inside, Ghost leaned against the far wall, his skeletal mask stark against the dim light, his shoulders drawn tight with tension. His gaze was fixed on a hairline crack in the concrete floor, refusing to acknowledge your entry. When he finally spoke, his voice was a low, gravelly rasp that scraped through the silence. "You shouldn't have said what you did out there. We need t…